Intro: C# C# F# C# F# C#
Verse
C#
On this cold little parcel of land where our father's fathers lived
F# C#
The same old trees scraping innocent knees since our grandparents were kids
C#
You were born in a terrible storm and your ma said it's a sign
F# C#
You're never at peace with your bed facing east and your itchy feet like mine
G#m F# C#
We should change our names and go for guts and glory
G#m F# C#
Never cut our hair or give a care if we're right
B F# C#
'Cause they've got us by the throat, they've got us on a tight-rope
B F# C#
You can tell your furious father he can have my guts for garters if he likes (Uh oh!)
Bridge C# , C# , F# , C# , F# , C#
Verse
C#
Some need like the trunk of a tree to accumulate alone
F# C#
And in time grow ripe on the vine and I think we might belong
C#
On this cold little parcel of land where our father's fathers lived
F# C#
We scrape our knees climbing innocent trees like our father's fathers did
G#m F# C#
We should change our names and go for guts and glory
G#m F# C#
Never cut our hair or give a care if we're right
B F# C#
'Cause they've got us by the throat, the've got us on a tight-rope
B F# C#
You can tell your furious father he can have my guts for garters if he likes
B F# C#
You can tell your furious father he can have my guts for garters if he likes